The City Invites Insanity: Boredom
It's boring.
Sitting here, in this boring class, and listening to the teacher drone on about Lord knows what, is boring.
This music in my ears,
The art I'm drawing,
The people around me,
Hell, even the "stress" of school
Is boring.
You'd imagine that something big would happen to you that changed your life. That's not the case.
You gotta make it happen.
It happened pretty fast for me, actually. I was sitting in History going over the same thoughts as usual when I just stood up. I was chuckling, but it slowly grew into an ear-shattering shriek of laughter as I held my stomach between my arms, everyone moving away as fast as possible in fear.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK IT ALL! FUCK THIS CLASS, FUCK THIS SCHOOL, FUCK THIS TOWN, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I scream, and I drag my nails down both my arms, drawing several lines of blood. My laughing turned into one of an insane philosopher.
Then I was knocked out and thrown into a world of Hell.